Margaret Larson

Buttery Dedication to Death

I wait, crunchily
for the rustling bag
that traps my kin and I
to be thrown
tumbling
screaming
into a hand
As I wait
the smell of false
hydrogenated
trans fat free
butter product
stifles me
makes me nauseous
About to throw up
but we have no stomachs
so that plan’s shot
anyway–
what would we eat?
So I wait
salty,
delicious
to die.